The Chalice and the Warrior

diverting scent of man long grown musty,
husked caress ended abruptly on skin
aching
to be turned, molded,
quenched
with masculine handling.
This divine feminine mollusk
spirals outward
grasping at the hasps of the man,
unbuttoning bladed intentions,
slithering silently into belly,
tentacles breaching the heart,
palpating a beat that speaks the truth,
the emotion of this male beast.
Arms retract, chalice intact,
fortified by this warrior's surrender,
a piercing light, sun strong.  

Hewn Bows

I lay my head down in this chapel of stone,

a glowing masonry hewn with my blood and bones.

Imbrued with soul intention the framework holds fast,

faithfully molded to my awakening worship.

I sit beneath the holy arches,

the sacred place where rib bones meet.

Quietly, I keep time with my heart’s steady beating

as purpose divine radiates ever outward.

This collective hymn of vibration

reverberates throughout the rafters of my thoughts,

as circadian rhythms etch the song of my essence

onto every surface of this hallowed space.   

I am alone.

I am fulfilled.

I am divine.

I am…